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Dead Days

why weep for days dead way past their best very soon smell of mildew lingering…. you become a fool is that the best you can do change new for old refresh that stale breath Yes! while you still have days … Continue reading

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On A Cold Slab Of Concrete

i was reading poetry in my head as the bus aquaplaned along the city’s quays heading for the train station with little time to spare but i remember the bus was smelly wet clothes over damp bodies stale perspiration escaping … Continue reading

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